Where Mango, Woman go

Linda had a dream that her cousin had put her in charge of a wild cat; she woke to a picture text message from Lindsay of a baby kitten just born overnight to Princess- Mckenzie's cat. If only she had dreamt of what was in store for us today, we might have just stayed in Georgetown for one more night. Our ICW has gone from Marsh to swamp with what I believe are cypress trees inhabited by eagles & flies the size of eagles. Our dolphins have been replaced by jumping fish. I have to give credit to Linda for putting up with my obsession with diesel DIY training. It appears that the bulb failure from yesterday was not the fault of the design or the bulb, but was merely a symptom of the real fault, which is that something is swimming around in our fuel tank and from time to time (so far we have been lucky as to when it occurs) plugs up our dip tube. It will take a cleaning out of the fuel tank to absolutely fix the problem. Many thanks to all the engineering folks (including Sailor Lou) for their repair suggestions. Jim T. if you are reading this the second picture is of the golf course gondola where you should be :-) So maybe all these fuel problems are our light punishment for renaming the boat that Paul had mentioned. Although we have managed to pull through because we performed the required ceremony minus the virgins. One last thing- They say as far as sailors are concerned, there are those who have run aground and there are those who will. We can now check that one off our list, but we won't take all the blame, the charts do not reflect the latest shoaling. One good thing about today. We have our anchoring drills down to an art